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| I once myself a swinger of birches.
And so I dream of going back to be.
It's when I'm weary of considerations,
And life is too much like a pathless wood
Where your face burns and tickles with the cobwebs
Broken across it, and one eye is weeping
From a twig's having lashed across it open.
I'd like to get away from earth awhile
And then come back to it and begin over.
May no fate willfully misunderstand me
And half grant what I wish and snatch me away
Not to return. Earth's the right place for love:
I don't know where it's likely to go better.
I'd like to go by climbing a birch tree,
And climb black branches up a snow-white trunk
Toward heaven, till the tree could bear no more,
But dipped its top and set me down again.
That would be good both going and coming back.
One could do worse than be a swinger of birches. | | |
| I had such an absolutely amazing birthday! Thank you to everyone who shared it with me! I think its funny, you talk yo most people and ask them what they did for their 21st birthday and most people got so drunk off their butts that they don't remember any of it. I guess I'm not normal, I had went to the beach, made sand castles with Josh, went out to dinner with a couple close friends and had a margarita. Either it was strong or I have absolutely no tolerance, because I definately felt it. Weird. Then I went out with Viv the next night. She was looking all hot in her lttle black dress, make me so jealous how ridiculously gorgeous she is . My friends once again proved to me that they are the best ones anyone could ask for. A whole bunch of them went in together and bought be a season pass to Disneyland.  So now I can go to the happiest place on earth and see my princesses all the time! Jordan, Christina, Josh, Viv, Jenn and all the rest of you rock my socks off. You are the most amazing people I could ever ask to know! Thanks again.
 ya all!
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| I'm *FREE* from the wrath of finals... finished Monday afternoon. So yesterday Ashley and I decided to go to the Ryan Seacrest show because Brad Paisley was supposed to be performing. So we mad totally cute shirts that said " I'M MAD 4 BRAD" and we had a sign and everything. We even got to the freaking Kodak Theater, where the show tapes, at like 7:45 in the morning. There was nobody there and 45 minutes later people started lining up IN FRONT OF US.... but we were like eh, that's ok, well just get behind them. No biggie. Talked to some really nice guys.. one was pretty cute... I miss flirting with guys . Then some of the production assistants came over to talk to us and told us that Brad Paisley wasn't going to be on, he cancelled last minute. Ashley and I were devastated. She said that I looked like I was going to cry. I prolly was going to. BUT we decided to stay. While we were waiting to go inside the studio they said that we had 15 minutes to go to the bathroom or anything. So we went to the car to drop off some of our stuff. 5 minutes later we get back and they had re-lined everyone up to go inside, and we got stuck at the back of the line. Not just near the back.... THE VERY LAST PEOPLE. We finally saif forget this... went to Claire's bought some fun stuff and cut out! We went to lunch totally bummed. Freaking stupid show, we were the freaking first people there and a lot of people knew that and we ended up being the last people, meaning that we prolly wouldn't have gotten in. STUPID SHOW CAN BITE ME!
I'm all better now! Just waiting for Thursday so I can leaving my tiny RA room and get away from UCLA for more than a few hours. I need a break before I completely lose it. Hopefully that doesn't happen tonight during duty! | | |
| Today for a second I waited,
A pause that I needed to take.
Held tight were my eyes to the pillow,
Delayed was the motion to waked.
A moment was needed to listen,
To the silence that filled the new day.
A moment to be more decisive,
About the self that I want to portray.
Sometimes I wish I felt pretty,
Sometimes I wish I was more.
Sometimes I wish I could vanish,
Through promising wide-open door.
Sometimes I wish I felt needed.
Sometimes I wish it was true.
Sometimes I wish I could realize,
All the things that I've needed to do.
But the wishes of maybe are countless,
And the hours to do disagree,
That time makes a habit of slipping away
And there's only one chance to be me.
I'll always know when I'm tired,
And I'll always know each mistake.
I'll always know when I'm happy,
And I'll always know when I'm fake.
I'll never regret that which happens,
I'll never deny a good friend.
I'll never, on purpose, harm my own heart,
I'll be there for ME in the end.
~Alison Dankmeyer | | |
| I have the aboluste worse luck when it comes to clothing. It may be the fact that I am a huge klutz or it may be the fact that I may be to big for them, but nothing ever likes to stay in one piece. Case and point number one. While out at a club with my friend earlier in the quarter, the butt of my pants ripped. BIG TIME RIP! We aren't talking about the tiny little holes that you see every once in a while, this was a you can't miss this rip, because it's so freaking huge my whole butt is hanging out. Luckily I had cute undies on . But we remedied that situation with a little wardrobe switch from the stunningly beautiful miss Jen Wu! So now we come back to last night and my second piece of evidence. While playing a rousing game, that I have no freaking clue what its called, I stood up to get get food and my belt was ripped in half. (See bad girl, shouldn't have gone for the food... tsk tsk tsk) Granted it was halfway ripper already, but that's all me too. So what is up with my dang clothes and their obsession with ripping at the most inoppurtune times? | | |
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